Obsessive (Sequel to Excessive)

Chapter 105.

HARRY STYLES

I sat in the living room, Christmas Eve already two bottles of Jack Daniels polished off and smashed on the ground besides me. I smiled to myself as the liquor was beginning to take its control over my body. My fingers were shaking as I scribbled the words down of the paper in front of me in a rushed haste. I don't even know what I'm even saying or doing, but at least I wasn't feeling.

My phone had been buzzing all night but not once did I even bother to pick it up. The text messages flood through but I have much more to worry about than that stupid fücking party at the club. I don't want to be bothered with tonight or ever and the only way to forget it all is to allow alcohol and drugs to take away my conciseness. With that I quickly pressed end to the incoming phone call and began to pop open a new bottle on the crumpled papers I was once writing on.

"Fücking prïcks" I mumbled to myself.

But my phone didn't let up. Actually, for the next twenty minutes my phone kept buzzing and beeping so much so that I could barely hold myself back from chucking it across the room. I picked up the phone to see that most of the calls had been from Luchesi. 14 missed calls, 12 text messages, and 3 voicemails. I had a couple texts from Niall and Louis and a few phone calls from Liam and Zayn. Whatever is happening better be good.

I chose to dial Niall's number, knowing him out of all people would understand that I'm busy and don't feel like being bothered with this shit. The phone only rang for a minute before immediately he picked up. Loud music blared in the background to which I can only conclude that he was at the club.

"Harry?" Niall yelled through the receiver.

"What the fück do you all want? I'm too high to deal with this fücking shit!" I screamed back.

"H, you need to come down to the club right now!" Niall yelled.

"What? No, no fücking way!" I screamed, resting back on the couch.

"I'm serious, Harry, there's a problem!" he said.

"Well then fücking handle it yourselves!" I said, rolling my eyes.

"We can't!" he yelled.

"Why the fück can't you?" I growled.

"It's Arabella! She's here!" he said, making me immediately sit up.

"What?" I asked, making sure I heard him properly.

"She's here, and she's dressed.. hot! And she went downstairs with Sophia and now some guy is talking to her!" he said, making me growl to myself.

The near thought of her with any other man makes me want to burn down cities on end. I can't believe she just so easily walked right out of my life and was so quick to move on to a new guy. There was a burning sensation in my chest and I knew all too well that I was jealous, but I didn't give a fück. She's mine, not his, all mine, every part of her, and if she thinks she can go around to a new guy, then she's got another thing coming.

"Well shoot him!" I said gripping onto the bottle tighter.

"No, Harry we can't just kill him!" Niall yelled making me stand up and throw the bottle in my hands across the room.

"Why not?"

"Because we just can't, okay? Listen if you want to be left alone fine but I just wanted to let you know what was going on!" he said.

"She can't just do that to me!" I yelled.

"Yes she can, you're not here!" he said.